Hey! So writing this I am listening to Valjean's Journey from Les Mis and they guy said, "No work here." and I literally growled at my computer o.O My family is giving me weird looks.
Emily
Pitch's lair was literally pitch black. It wasn't a surprise when Jack tripped over a chair and and fell flat on his face.
"Hey Pitch," Jack said, brushing the dirt from his hoodie, "Can we add some light to this place?"
"You get used to it." Pitch led Jack into a room no lighter than the last. Jack heard his footsteps cross the room, then saw his sit in what he thought, and probably was, a silhouette of a desk.
"Sit." The shadow pointed to what looked like empty space. Cautiously, he sat, relieved that there was actually a chair there.
"Now, we need a plan. A plan that will bring the Guardians down once and for all. You are closest to them, what do you think? Do they have any weaknesses? Anyone or anything they cherish?" Pitch asked. Jack thought for a moment.
"Yes. Bunny, he adores this little girl. SHe probably is no more than 4. He protects that child to the extreme. And maybe, he would die for the girl?" Jack whispered, but his voice grew louder as he continued to the end of the sentence.
"Interesting. Very interesting. Jack, I think we have ourselves a plan. Pitch offered his hand, and Jack accepted it.
"I think we do." He said with a forced smile. The Nightmare King couldn't tell, but Jack's stomach was churning like a hurricane.
The decided to leave at night. So when the sun fell, and Sandy was bringing pleasant dreams to the children, they set off. If you would have seen Jack then, you would not of recognized him right off the bat. The teenage boy who usually was upbeat and fun was now solemn and had bags under his eyes.
Speaking of his eyes, they were no longer the crystal blue everyone loved. No, they were dark black. They seemed like a large black hole that wanted to consume your soul. His hair, which was usually frosty white, was jet black with brown highlights. Pitch said they would make his look, for say, cooler and more in control.
As for his cloths, he had ditched the blue hoodie. In replace, he wore a black hoodie. Heck, the kid even had on black tennis shoes! He never wore shoes!
Anyway, they set off into the night. Pitch on his nightmare horse, and Jack flying loyally at his side. They flew near the back alleys, that way if Sandy appeared he would be less likely to notice them. in no time, they had swooped down into the window sill of the Bennett household. A wave of nausea hit Jack had they slipped into the room of the sleeping toddler.
"Ok, I'll get the brat. You keep watch." Pitch said. Jack nodded, retreating to the door to peek out of the crack. For the longest time, nothing happened. That was what worried Jack, though.
"Black, are you done yet or what? Hurry the heck up!" Jack whispered. He turned his attention to Pitch, who was having difficulties trying to pick up the kid.
"How do I grab this thing!" It was obvious Pitch was frustrated as the toddler tossed around in her bed.
"Step aside. Clearly this is a job for a genius. Watch the door." Jack pushed a grumbling Pitch aside and leaned down toward the kid.
Sophie. He thought. Carefully, he slid his arm under her head, and his other under her knees. She began to stir.
"Shh. Sh. It's ok little ankle biter. Bunny has ya' mate." He said in his best, yet horrible, Australian accent. Sophie must have bought it though, because she immediately settled down. Jack smiled at the sight, but quickly frowned again.
No. No Jack, you are no longer that guy. You are with Pitch now. He mentally chastised himself.
"J-Jack?" He whipped around at the new voice. It was what he feared coming here. Jamie.
"J-Jamie!" Jack said. His face deeply flushed.
"I- I was, um, I-"
"He was working with me. Now why don't you go back to your little room boy or we will take you as well." Pitch threatened, walking over to Jack and putting a hand on his shoulder. Jamie's eyes were wide, Jack's were cast down at the floor.
"You...Pitch..." Jamie stuttered. Then, he eyed Sophie.
"No! No leave her alone! I TRUSTED YOU JACK! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOOD! I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE MY FRIEND! NOW I SEE I WAS WRONG! NOW LEAVE MY LITTLE SISTER OUT OF THIS! PLEASE!" Jamie Screamed. Tears were clouding in Jacks eyes, but he forced them to stay. He didn't respond. He knew everything Jamie had said to him was well deserved and true.
"Jack. let's go. Now. Give me the kid." Jack handed Sophie to Pitch.
"No! Please!" Jamie was crying.
"Jack, now. But first, take care of the boy. I have to go settle our guest onto the horse." Jack shot up and looked at Pitch.
"No. Please, don't make me-"
"Now Jack! Don't argue with me!" Pitch's voice was loud and harsh. Almost deadly. Pitch flew out the window with a sleeping Sophie, leaving Jack and Jamie alone.
"Jack...please!" Jamie whispered. Not making eye contact, Jack raised his staff.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled, before blasting the boy with ice. Jamie, while unconscious, was trapped in a block of ice.
"I'm sorry." And with that, he joined Pitch in the night sky.